No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 295



I knew Herschel and Jacqueline treated me like their own. But ever since I stumbled upon that contract, a nagging doubt crept in every time I faced them. I wanted to get the doubt out of my mind. I wanted to love them openly and accept their love without reservations.

Lord chuckled, "Like father, like daughter."

His words stopped me cold. He had just claimed he couldn't remember my father. He was lying to me.

Why?

I caught my breath, my fingers digging into my palm.

Then, Lord scoffed lightly, "Herschel mentions him every chance he gets. How could I forget a man I only met twice over a decade ago?"

My throat tightened. "Herschel talks about my dad... why?"

the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lush lawn. "What do you think Herschel would talk about

thought. I had no clue what Herschel might

joined Lord by the window. "Herschel

his

looked out

though we weren't wealthy, they ensured we traveled every year. They avoided big cities, finding no charm

beauty of nature.

were vivid in my memory. The green lawn brought memories of the west grasslands, staying in a yurt, drinking sheep's milk, and eating

to see

had lost any desire to travel. With the Wagner family, I declined whenever Herschet and Jacqueline planned a trip. Traveling had become the deepest scar in my heart, one I feared to touch, afraid

dad,

holding

foul play, I can't say, but it had nothing to do with Herschel," Lord cut straight to the chase,

silent, wondering why he sounded so sure. Asking more could cast a shadow between me and Herschel. Even though Lord was speaking, it felt